A Natural Sissy Part 3

"I don't know..."

"Well, if you just want to continue to be my sissy, just say so." My tone was harsh.

"No. No, I do want to be your special girlfriend, Mistress Gail. But... tits?"

"Well, yes. Duh."

"Can I think about it?"

"Sure, sweetie. I don't need an answer until bedtime. Oh, just think, Stacy, when you're my special girlfriend, you can sleep next to me on my bed every night. We can do girl things together all the time. Won't that be fun?"

"I can sleep with you? On your bed, every night? And you won't treat me like a sissy anymore?"

"Yes, Stacy. On my bed, every night, except when I have one of my men friends over. And you won't be my sissy anymore." The last part of that was an outright lie, but we do what we need to do, don't we?

"Then... then, okay. I'll get some tits, Mistress Gail."

"Wonderful! I'll call my surgeon friend, Abigail, tonight and set up the procedure. I'm so thrilled that you want to be my special girlfriend, Stacy. I could just eat you up." I rose and circled the table, leaned over and kissed my sissy smack on the mouth, probing his with my tongue.

The rest of the day was unremarkable, except that I noticed an array of emotions ripple through my sissy as he contemplated his fate. Forty-something year old sissies can have the cutest smiles and the most awful frowns. And the looks of concern alternately opposed to the looks of delight amused me no end. I swear I could see the wheels turning in his sissy little head.